Splitting Birthday Blast

Today is my birthday.

I'm officially 17 today, and nearly all Form 1 girls wished me 'Selamat Hari Jadi'. A girl sang Happy Birthday thousands of time today and I got wishes from my parents, brother, teacher, seniors and peers.

I also got a small slice of tiramisu cake courtesy of a junior of mine who happened to celebrate her birthday today, too.

I've already bought my present a week ago. (It's Harry Potter #7) You might think I'm a sorry sappy girl, but I do think I have no right to expect presents from anyone if I didn't buy myself a nice present.

I told myself earlier this morning my usual mantra, "Today is a great day, and no matter what crap people throw at you, it still won't change that fact."
I did, for the few hours of the day. But then I kind of forgot my optimistic outlook. You see, school is not school if it didn't bombard me with splitting headache every other minute. Anyway, I hope today will continue to be a blast.

p/s: Come to think of it, I am now free to apply for my first driving licence. I am also free to get my own firearm licence, live on my own, drop out of school and get a job. Even better, I can officially get married now!

Wait. Who the hell am I kidding? The reality is:-

• I can apply for a driving licence right now, but Mom won't let me.
• Actually I don't know how to apply for a firearm, maybe research later.
• A girl can legally get married by the age of 16 [Boy's 18]. But hell I'm getting laid now.
• I will live on my own once I feel like.
• Drop out? What is that?

Drive or Cycle?

My beloved country Malaysia will be celebrating her 50th Independence Day this 31st August. My, you're getting old.

It's still a month away, but the heat is already on; what with the Visit Malaysia 2007 promotion. Me as a citizen hope this year's celebration won't waste much of our money.

While Malaysia is already freed for 50 years, I still am not for the last 17 years (minus 2 days) of my life. This is due to the fact that I have to depend on my dad to go anywhere I want. You see, he drove us to school and his driver will pick us up. Dad drove me to usrah, pick me up, drove me to tuition class and pick me up after 3 hours.

Not that I'm complaining him dragging me all across the town (or the other way around), but he only drives to places that has a somewhat intellectual purposes.

Problem arise when I want to go to the mall or bookstore or anywhere. (I'm a sensible girl; I only hang around the Popular Bookstore in KB Mall.) There's a contest running at Popular right now, and the last date to submit your entry form is 29th July.

I still haven't submitted mine.

Me: Dad, can you take me to KB Mall tomorrow?
Dad: No.

I think I better cycle there, but I've discussed this idea with mom the other day, and she simply dismissed it as unreasonable.

I really want to sit for SPM a.s.a.p. After the tedious exam, I can finally:-

1. Take my driving license
2. Drove my dad's car to Popular
3. Buy a good book
4. Head to the beach
5. Read under the lush trees till the stars came up to reign the sky

I still won't be free as long as I still depend on others for transportation.

Quote of the day: You can never escape 3 things in life; death, taxes, and stress.

Harry Potter: The Ending is just the Beginning

I finished reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows approximately at 0032 hour of 25th July, 2007. I closed the book, stared at its black woven hardback, threw my arm across my dark chocolate eyes and wept.

I can't help it; the story was very touching. *sniffs*

The final installment was among the thinnest of its seven series, but it was surely the most expensive. RM109.90, but I paid RM98.91 since I'm a Popular Club member thus entitled to a 10% discount.

I will not complain, since the story itself is rich, the plot thickens every paragraph and the story was woven so beautifully that I was thrown inside the story; running along with Harry and felt all the things he did and felt.

It moves me greatly; I laughed, tensed, smiled, heart-pounded, adrenaline pumped as I read it with excitement. And as you guys already know, I cried with him.

The Harry Potter series by J. K. Rowling is the only series that ever made me cry. I should just throw it away for making me weep, but who in their right mind would throw away such great masterpiece?

The story may just met its final, but I truly believe it will be further remembered as long as oxygen is still the gas that we breathe.

p/s: I finished the heartthrob within 51 hours and 52 minutes of buying it. I could have done better, but I had exam during this week.

There's a First for Everything

Hi, call me Hana.

I am a high school senior. This year they made me the student's vice head so you can bet on a pretty hectic year. I am also one of the two Pelajar Harapan which adds to the pressure. As a senior, we will be taking SPM (Malaysia Certificate of Education, that's O-level for you Britons) to graduate.

In one word, it's tedious. I am friendly but I don't have friends because I'm too cocky for that, so I need somewhere to vent. Thus this blog.

I am a Muslim Malay from Malaysia. I come from a big family so you can bet I'm somewhat family-oriented. My parents work in the health sector and they naturally want me to follow in their footstep, but my passion lies in the legal world. I want to be a criminal lawyer.

Let's just put that matter to the side and figure out how this life is going to pave.